My younger sister, his mother, hasn’t recovered and it’s been 6 years. A dozen people got memorial tattoos for Artie, which is a testament to his impact on people’s lives. Maybe that’s why the further away from his death we get, the worse the grieving is.I don’t want to be 10 years away from the last time we saw him alive. WA Erik, who just turned 40 was the love of my life.
[Please be aware that as this is a public forum, any use of profanity or personal attacks in Tributes may lead to the Tribute not being published]. I don’t tell our family that I post on here because I’d like this to be between us. Sometimes I’d like to think that the universe will be here forever, that we will have multiple lives.That our lives only get better, happier and easier in some ways.But it doesn’t mean just give up on the one you have now.10am rolls around and as my daughter is sitting in her room, hears the wife storm out of the house, she didn’t think there was an issue and thought her brother may have left as well because his room was now quiet. While I showered I heard a loud banging, thought it was someone knocking on my bedroom door..It was my son’s friend and he was worried about Chad..It is a long sorted story so I won’t go into all of the details , will try to shorten it up.She was in and out of the house again, since he had gotten out of rehab.I then decided to go into my sons room, found the door locked, so my daughter and I broke in the door..I found my son cold on the floor with a syringe in his hand..The police ignored his cries for help and continued to process him into the local prison.When the boy was too ill to even attend his own bail hearing, his mom began to worry.